I fear him, the way he makes it so I can’t talk terrifies me. I met him three years ago as I went to my first day of middle school. It was a bright sunny day as I walked down the hallway, the youngers (K-5) ignored me. Then, I made it to room 20 as I walked in everyone looked at me, they all knew each other, but I was the person who didn’t know anyone. I remember the teacher saying “hi” to me, I wanted to respond, but my dark passenger wouldn’t let me.
Three weeks later some random people asked me to hang out with them, with their help I was able to defeat the passenger, but that was only temporary. He still returns when I have to talk to a store clerk or when I try to talk to new people or when I try to fix problems with the relationships I already have. Sometimes I wonder if I should listen to him because if I had so many bad things could have been avoided. But I know that I can’t listen to my social anxiety because if I do my life would be empty.
school. It was a bright sunny day as I walked down the hallway, the youngers
(K-5) ignored me. Then, I made it to room 20 as I walked in everyone looked at
me, they all knew each other, but I was the person who didn’t know anyone. I
remember the teacher saying “hi” to me, I wanted to respond, but my dark passenger
wouldn’t let me.
Three weeks later some random people asked me to hang out with them, with their help I was able to defeat the passenger, but that was only temporary. He still returns when I have to talk to a store clerk or when I try to talk to new people or when I try to fix problems with the relationships I already have.
Sometimes I wonder if I should listen to him because if I had so many bad things could have been avoided. But I know that I can’t listen to my social anxiety because if I do my life would be empty.